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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-03-01 02:40 pm

( march intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: March 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Ceta
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Ceta
Warnings: Potential sci-fi creature death. Please label your content!

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by the inquest
"Arguments on their nature are refuted by those who return to shore, wide-eyed with tales of their savagery."

All Moirans are woken to the sounds of the ship coming to a rather grating halt some time in the early morning cycle. It’s no faster or slower than any other stop, but it is unexpected as the captains didn’t mention an upcoming disembarkment. Shortly after, a message is sent to every MID:
Navigation has informed us that we’re approaching bad traveling conditions: an overactive star. Instead of stopping on Liant El, we’ll be docking here on Ceta. Please exercise caution while gathering supplies and during excursions. Follow their safety guidelines. If the chance allows, we’ll also be signing new crew on the planet. Please greet them first and show them to the ship. Thank you.
The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar.

For those few who come through Ceta's Ingress, there will be crew of the Moira there to greet you. They tell you of the Ingress, how it is broken, even on this planet, and that the ship is headed back to the origin of this technology. This planet’s Ingress is set precariously atop a floating rock formation, the only way from one area to the next is on small air-propelled boats. Crew members will guide everyone back to the Moira and take them to the Medbay; contracts will be signed posthaste.

WELCOME TO CETA





At first glance, Ceta seems mostly inhabitable, and that's because it is. The atmosphere around the planet is surprisingly thick in most places, sometimes thin in others, and without some way to filter the air, it is mostly unbreathable; it's a giant gas planet, its core made of various molten metals and the atmosphere a mix of oxygen, hydrogen, and nitrous. Ceta's gravity is also uneven, meaning that some areas will have stronger focal points than others. The terrain, when it is visible, appears rather rocky—hardly the best conditions for life and stable living. What's more unusual, however, is that despite this fact, there is, indeed, a small populace "living" among the mist and clouds, but it's clear they do not live here year-round. It's hunting season, and they are there for the bounty.

These visitors have built small platforms that are hooked together by ropes and swinging bridges, which they call "temporaries". Unstable buildings are rare, dangerous, and spread out over these temporaries to prevent damage or accidents. The temporaries float along, swaying and shifting with the planet’s atmosphere, and posted at every point of entry and all open surfaces are a particular set of rules that everyone must abide by. They are written in dark ink and large block letters so that all passing by will stop and read them:
NO FIRE. Flammables, ignition sources, matches, lighters, and anything that creates a spark is prohibited. The atmosphere has higher levels of hydrogen, and the smallest spark will create a problem.
AIR BREATHABILITY. Monitor your vitals. Wear masks or re-breathers if needed.
WATCH THE EDGE. All walkways are the only thing from you and falling. Be cautious and watch your step.
These signs should be given their due attention. The edge is just that: the end of where it is safe to walk. If a wooden plank gives way beneath your feet, you will plummet through hundred of miles of atmosphere before hitting the planet’s thin surface. The captains reiterate that crew should be careful and stick to the main temporaries, gather supplies, visit at their leisure, and then go back to the ship.

IT'S A BIRD! IT'S A PLANE!
The organisms that have evolved on this planet are unintelligent—a fact that is told to you by the other visitors. As there is no solid materials or ways for them to interact with their environments, these giants float along within the atmosphere, though it appears that they are flying when they are merely navigating through. They travel in groups of three or more and sometimes come close to the outskirts of the temporaries. Because there is an invisible filtration dome around the temporaries, this allows the creatures to pass through without harm and return again into the mist as they please. They are difficult to see at night and are rather skittish in the presence of sudden light.







@ THE MUSEUM
Every evening when work is done, artificial light sources illuminate the streets of the temporaries. There is one bar, if you can actually call it that, but the main attraction is a museum. The support structure appears to be made out of the skeletal system of the giants that "swim" and live on Ceta, and though the outside seems rather unassuming, the inside is not for the faint of heart. As it's considered informative, there are displays of the internal structures and functions of the very creatures that seem harmless and as unintelligent as the visitors claim. There are sections of the museum dedicated to their anatomy and what makes them so valuable: inside their air sacs, which is what gives the illusion to flying through the atmosphere, is a mineral that, when harvested, attunes and sharpens the senses so that brain capacity and function excel over one-hundred percent efficiency. Likewise, aside from these informative areas, there is also a history of how and when the visitors began to hunt them for this valuable, unnamed resource.

HARVEST SEASON
Are you looking for work? Or perhaps you're bored with your duties aboard the Moira and prefer to see just what it is these visitors do during the day? Hunters will often pay for menial labor to help with the killing and retrieval of the giants of Ceta. It is by day, not by hour, and once aboard one of the many ships, you will be put to work handling equipment or being on the lookout for "signs" of the creatures. Once they've been spotted, the real work isn't in capturing them or even trying to subdue them—though they give a good fight. It's in the harvest, done below deck once they have been safely brought into the ship's cargo areas by the tethers, that can get quite gruesome. As a defense mechanism, cutting into the skin creates a rather noxious emission that can cause disorientation, hallucinations, or unconsciousness. Worst case scenarios can often result in death.

WORD LIMITS
As things are beginning to wind up (or down), something seems to have gotten into the MID systems and caused a malfunction. On the morning of 03.13, it suddenly becomes clear that communicating with others who are not from the same universe or similar timelines seems very difficult. Understanding each other becomes rather hopeless as the day continues, and these repercussions can be felt across the entire ship. The Captains send out another MID message that appears as a jumble of unusual letters and symbols. However, there is one word that can be read by everyone and (hopefully) understood: RATCHET. Figuring out this problem shouldn't take long if everyone can leap the language barriers and work together.


( ooc; All New Arrivals: you have the choice of coming through the Moira's Ingress OR Ceta's Ingress. For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
ersatzeverything: (Default)

[personal profile] ersatzeverything 2016-03-03 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
But pride goeth before a fall-eth...or something.

[Deacon's still planning to be cautious of this whole situation until he knows more. Even if people who pulled them here aren't invincible, they doesn't mean they can't be dangerous.]
beautifulspaceraptor: (sad Nihlus)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-03-03 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah, I've my got my own filtering system," Nihlus says, knocking on his helmet. "I still can't feel my right toe from the last time I got gas related poisoning, so I like my fancy filters."

That'd sure been a fun and extremely traumatizing occasion.

"... Just. Take care. Or something." He shrugs, turning to leave. "Whatever you overly stoic weirdo sorts do, anyways."

Might as well go visit that museum: he can worry as much as he wanted to but it was no use when the person being worried over wasn't going to let him. Nihlus can't exactly go back to snooping around the harvesting site now that he's kind of given himself away anyways.
straightouttacarbonite: (013)

[personal profile] straightouttacarbonite 2016-03-03 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
It's usually best not to think too much about Alderaan. Unfortunately, the Ingress has just brought her a handful of people who think about Alderaan way more than is probably healthy. Still, that's not on his mind at the moment; he can't help a wry twist of his lips at her paranoia. Plenty of people prefer to stay on the ground. He knows that. He doesn't really get it, but if that's how she feels, it's her loss.

The question makes his eyebrows shoot up.

"I'm from Corellia."

Technically, so is the Falcon, but she's not very interested in ships so he won't make that point.
takeitslow: ([Goodtime])

[personal profile] takeitslow 2016-03-03 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[He straightens when he sees her, lighting up with a wide smile. He looks her over in a manner that is a lot more obvious than he means it to be before he meets her eyes. Even in the uniform, it's clear he approves.

He swipes a hand through his hair quickly, crossing the few steps to her quickly.]


Slim pickings around here. It was this or take you out to one of the many shaky platforms for what would probably be the world's worst picnic. I thought you'd prefer something indoors.

Was I wrong?

[personal profile] ex_forcechoke292 2016-03-03 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Did that--did he just-- Did Obi-Wan Kenobi just concede? To a terrible plan he'd enabled?

Anakin's astonishment sits plainly on his face, visible only for a moment before he breaks out into a grin. He is not about to say no to this, or take this moment for granted before relishing it for everything it's worth.

Though he suspects a "you're the best!" would ruin the moment. It's apparent enough without being spoken moreso than usual. Priorities.]


All you had to do was say so.

heliakal: (❀◕ ‿ ◕❀)

obs deck - trash planet continued

[personal profile] heliakal 2016-03-03 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Of all the things that have been 'dropped on me' lately, this is definitely one of the better ones. [ He releases Conner's shoulders and smiles a little in return. ] Sorry for making you go through all if this again, too.

I guess the real question is where to start... [ Batman and Canary maybe? This isn't the first he's heard of the Batman. It might even be the same one from Gotham; after all, how many people dressed up like bats and got into fights?

The problem is, he doesn't know very much about that yet either way. He'd only just moved to Metropolis when he got dragged here and Gotham, despite being a sister city, was a whole different beast. Better to safe it for later, maybe. At the moment, he's more interested in catching up with his... clone. ]


You said your friends got you out. Who are they?
camouflage: (I AM AN EXPERT)

[personal profile] camouflage 2016-03-03 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Could've fooled me. [sick burn. but seriously, john doesn't miss a beat on that one. and hey, he knows how to have fun, you're just not utilizing your box in the right ways is all!!]

I'm just saying you could have more fun if people aren't suspicious of you from the get-go. How can you scare people properly if they just run away from you? [boss suddenly has this really sly glint in his eye. like he's plotting things. and those things involve fucking with people.]
outer_space: (nowhere up there in gravity zero)

[personal profile] outer_space 2016-03-03 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kylo Ren pauses. The exhibit in front of him is knives: flensing knives of increasing sophistication, with neat annotations beside them.

He turns slowly. He doesn't look at her right away, but when he does it's with a peculiar certainty. His gaze finding its mark.

He's tall, dressed in fraying black robes. An angry scar cuts across his face. Gravely, he asks: ]
Is something wrong?

[ He's not concerned. He's testing. ]
whatawaste: <user name="maxicons" site="insanejournal.com"> (Annoyed)

[personal profile] whatawaste 2016-03-03 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Maya's lips part for a second, but then she closes them again, her mouth forming a tight line. Her grandfather's words are echoing in her ears again. Don't let anyone see. Don't let anyone know.

It's a mantra she's spent the last six years repeating. Amazing how some time on the Moira has made her reckless.

...more reckless.]


Must be deja vu.

[Because how else do you explain instincts that make no sense?]
beautifulspaceraptor: (contemplative)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-03-03 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
That's... pretty species dependent as well. I'm not familiar enough to say what it's like for humans. As far as I know, however, their public is knowledgeable of Biotic powers and both the human Biotic users I know are on a very publicized space ship.

[Meanwhile, Turians just tended to shove their Biotic users into the Cabals. It's a wonder Saren ever managed to make it out.]
trap_factory: (♊ And I didn't think I'd catch fire)

[personal profile] trap_factory 2016-03-03 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Amazing, isn't it? Got through several months without someone even attempting to pull on it. [he brushes his bangs out of his face, as if to emphasize] And here I thought high schools were supposed to be terrifying.

The worst thing that happened there was just unnecessary dismemberment and/or disembowelment. Something about a haunted hide-and-seek game? Hah!

[... Well, that was the most cheerful delivery so far]
whatawaste: <user name="maxicons" site="insanejournal.com"> (Annoyed)

[personal profile] whatawaste 2016-03-03 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Maya's seen this type before. The type that goes out of their way to be intimidating as possible. But there's something different about him, something that sets him apart from the run-of-the-mill bounty hunters who frequent Fantasii and crawl across the Outer Rim like insects on a corpse.

And it's more than the simple matter of her disability pinging off of him. But she can't figure out what.

Fortunately, she always has her snark to fall back on.]


I was kidnapped by a sentient force that stole my underwear and trapped me on board a space ship with a morbid sense of fascination when it comes to shore leave.

[So, basically, just her life.]
whatawaste: (Mischievous)

[personal profile] whatawaste 2016-03-03 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
At once, something clicked inside of her. Maybe it was his accent. Or the style of his shirt. But suddenly, all at once, she just knew that he was Corellian. And that she'd somehow always known that he was Corellian.

Stupid, inexplicable instincts...

She nodded slightly, pleased at the very least to have someone from her corner of the galaxy. Besides Zam who was just...weird.

"That explains it," she said. "I'm from Corellia too." Not originally, of course. But she'd come to think of it as home. A home she desperately wanted to get back to.
kidjoy: Live version of the girl in full costume standing determined ([Firm])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2016-03-03 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
She follows along quietly, letting the other child keep a few steps ahead. A little running room never hurt anyone, even if this was just another kid. She knew what she was capable of, no reason to assume this child wouldn't have a few tricks up their sleeve.

"You actually believe that?" Her tone is full of pity. How can they buy into this nonsense? Don't they know how things in these sorts of places work? She silently thanks her crew for keeping her better prepared. "They ain't just gonna sent people back. Ain't no kidnappers' style to let their prey go."
camouflage: (BOHICA)

[personal profile] camouflage 2016-03-03 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[oh, don't worry, ocelot. john's never going to let you live down your behavior from over 20 years ago. even when he's old(er) and gray(er), he'll still remember fondly that one time eva ran you over with her motorcycle.

even if it does hurt when those memories resurface.]


My day's been full of great news. [getting puked out of a portal, having to sign a working contract just to stay aboard, his wonderful meeting with kaz. yep, nothing but wonderful moments. well, there was one thing...] But I guess I got a pretty good job out of it all. [to have a spy in charge of counterintelligence for the ship? if there were secrets to dig up in the moira, there was no excuse not to find them. it was in his job description.]

How about you?
Edited 2016-03-03 04:44 (UTC)
ersatzeverything: (baldy headtilt)

[personal profile] ersatzeverything 2016-03-03 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[That mark on the kid's forehead...branding? Scarification? Paint?

Weird.]


I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure dismemberment isn't supposed to be part of the typical high school adventure.

[Deacon's instincts are telling him that there's something off about this kid. He's way too happy talking about maiming.]

What's your name, kid?
sidecars: ('til the cow just tilts)

[personal profile] sidecars 2016-03-03 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thankfully, Bucky loves nothing more than plotting things that also involve fucking with people. This team up can only end in success.

Liking where this is going, Bucky stands up (all measly 5'8" of him) with a sly little smirk of his own. It's a sound plan, but there's still a few problems. ]


And where do you propose we do this? A spaceship doesn't exactly have the best tank scenery. Guess I can go back to the Cargo Bay—or the gunnery! I work there, that might work...
neveroutwrenched: (pic#9169487)

Watching them Whales

[personal profile] neveroutwrenched 2016-03-03 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I see em.

[Ratchet tears his eyes away from the sight of the floating whales to look over at the speaker. He pretty sure he’s seen him somewhere on the ship before, but can’t quite put a name to a face. Would looking in the directory be rude?]

What’s sea world?

[The most important part of that statement, clearly.]
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[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-03-03 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Touched a nerve, has he? For what feels like the first time, he's not the one snarling that phrase out. He almost feels bad.

Almost, because his hatred of his father trumps any other feelings like that. Were it someone else, he might be a bit more inclined to listen.

"Well you're certainly something." There's no mistaking the family resemblance. It doesn't explain why he's not owning up to things, though. Are there really two of them on board? One Big Boss is bad enough. Maybe this one comes from a time before he had the horn. It doesn't add up, though.

But he knows. This is Big Boss. His father, his progenitor, the man of who he was meant to be the flawed copy. Whether he accepts it or not, it's him. There's no one else he can be.

He waves a hand dismissively, continuing his light workout. "Bit defensive, wouldn't you say? The sort of defensive one might get when they've been found out."

He's going to get to the bottom of this.
trap_factory: (♊ I cannot say that I was not warned)

[personal profile] trap_factory 2016-03-03 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
He just laughs cheerily at the insult. She seems sweet... It's too bad Pandora wasn't here; her enemy analyzer was far more robust than his and they'd be able to collect data more efficien--

...

"I never said that I believed them, just that they took the effort to explain things to you. Last place I was in, we had to fend for ourselves in the faceless crowds. Ah, such fond memories."

He doesn't sound nostalgic at all, just matter of fact and a little condescending when is he not?. Part way through that spiel though, assuming Fiora's paying attention to any of the radio channels, she might notice a ping being sent out. Prometheus, on the other hand, doesn't show any outward signs of his search for his sister.

(If he had been returned to his Reploid body, then she must have as well. Of course. But where was she?)
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[personal profile] sidecars 2016-03-03 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky's mind is blown. This is something he may need to put on his list of things to do or see before he returns home.

Finished with his clothes, he wanders back over to his egg bed and sits down, watching Meh like he's got somethign to say. LUCKY FOR THE DOC, Bucky doesn't keep his thoughts to himself ever for long. ]


So now that I've got you all to myself as a roomie, does that mean I can get my condom fix expressly delivered to the room?
straightouttacarbonite: (007)

[personal profile] straightouttacarbonite 2016-03-03 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Meanwhile Han was happy to get off his homeworld, and hasn't had too many reasons to go back. Home for him is probably his ship, or of late, a series of Rebel bases. Some people settle, others can't be happy if they're not on the move.

"You don't say." The revelation makes him grin. "Small galaxy." Except of course it isn't, judging from the view. And it's not even the right galaxy.

Frankly, he feels a little better to think they've got a Corellian working on the engines, simply because Corellians build excellent ships.

"How long have you been here?"
kidjoy: Live version of the girl, looking morose ([Brood])

[personal profile] kidjoy 2016-03-03 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[That's a little awing, the idea that she only has a few roommates instead of sharing her space with four other people. She takes a few steps in, staring at the bed like it's something alien.]

I get to sleep in a bed by myself. [She's saying it more to herself than to Leia, lips quirking into an almost smile. It's a little bitter sweet to think about. She's trading in a degree of privacy for the loss of the communal living she'd grown to love.

But she can't focus on the odd feelings the moment gives her, not when the woman has to go and ask that question.

By now, she's learned that people here expect a name. The rules are different here. Saying she hasn't found one yet doesn't seem to cut it. She could explain it, what that sort of thing meant to her and what it was to the culture at home, but she didn't know how to find the words. So she shrugs it off, turning back to Leia with a carefully neutral expression.]


Call me whatever. I'll take most anythin' as long as you ain't getting nasty with it.

trap_factory: DRAW YOUR OWN (♂ Silent and velvet)

[personal profile] trap_factory 2016-03-03 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't? [that surprise is too... Dramatic? Hammy? ... It's too much to be genuine] Could have surprised me! I just showed up one day and the cafeteria wall was painted with the stuff. It would just be my luck to end up in an outlier of a school.

... [he grins]

You first, old man.
beautifulspaceraptor: (Saren?)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-03-03 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Nihlus has been trained in diplomatic human relation stuff. He was going to train the first humans Spectre again, after all.

"That sounds like an acceptable arrangement," Nihlus nods, withdrawing his hand and going back to the business of getting the rest of his armor off. "I probably won't be around a lot either, between cleaning and security duties."

"Oh, yeah, so what jobs did you guys get?" he quizzes, unsnapping his shin plates. "Or have you always been part of this crew?"